The Faded Road
Chapter One The caravan city hummed with the low, persistent grind of millstones, a sound that soaked into the damp wool of every coat worn in the Fens, where the water sat heavy and black beneath the oak woodlands. It was a season of hoarded grain and sharp, biting winds, the kind that stripped the color from the sky and left the air tasting of iron and wet mud. Edna Hutchins stood at the edge...
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